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Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V01, 1877, Cotton[MN#01][mn01v10.txt]3581THE LIFE OF MONTAIGNETHE LETTERS OF MONTAIGNE

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V02, 1877, Cotton[MN#02][mn02v10.txt]3582BOOK THE FIRST.--CHAP. I. to XII.I. That Men by Various Ways Arrive at the Same End.II. Of Sorrow.III. That our affections carry themselves beyond us .IV. That the soul discharges her passions upon false objects, where the true are wanting.V. Whether the governor of a place besieged ought himself to go out to parley.VI. That the hour of parley is dangerous.VII. That the intention is judge of our actions.VIII. Of idleness.IX. Of liars.X. Of quick or slow speech.XI. Of prognostications.XII. Of constancy.

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V03, 1877, Cotton[MN#03][mn03v10.txt]3583BOOK THE FIRST.--CHAP. XIII. to XXI.XIII. The ceremony of the interview of princes.XIV. That men are justly punished for being obstinate in the defence of a fort.XV. Of the punishment of cowardice.XVI. A proceeding of some ambassadors.XVII. Of fear.XVIII. That men are not to judge of our happiness till after death.XIX. That to study philosophy is to learn to die.XX. Of the force of imagination.XXI. That the profit of one man is the damage of another.

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V04, 1877, Cotton[MN#04][mn04v10.txt]3584BOOK THE FIRST.--CHAP. XXII. to XXIV.XXII. Of custom, and that we should not easily change a law receivedXXIII. Various events from the same counsel.XXIV. Of pedantry.

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V05, 1877, Cotton[MN#05][mn05v10.txt]3585BOOK THE FIRST.--CHAP. XXV. to XXVI.XXV. Of the education of children.XXVI. That it is folly to measure truth and error by our own capacity.

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V06, 1877, Cotton[MN#06][mn06v10.txt]3586BOOK THE FIRST.--CHAP. XXVII. to XXXVIII.XXVII. Of friendship.XXVIII. Nine-and-twenty sonnets of Estienne de la Boetie.XXIX. Of moderation.XXX. Of cannibals.XXXI. That a man is soberly to judge of the divine ordinances.XXXII. That we are to avoid pleasures, even at the expense of life.XXXIII. That fortune is oftentimes observed to act by the rule of reason.XXXIV. Of one defect in our government.XXXV. Of the custom of wearing clothes.XXXVI. Of Cato the Younger.XXXVII. That we laugh and cry for the same thing.XXXVIII. Of solitude.

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V07, 1877, Cotton[MN#07][mn07v10.txt]3587BOOK THE FIRST.--CHAP. XXXIX. to XLVII.XXXIX. A consideration upon Cicero.XL. That the relish of good and evil depends in a great measure upon opinion.XLI. Not to communicate a man's honour.XLII. Of the inequality amongst us.XLIII. Of sumptuary laws.XLIV. Of sleep.XLV. Of the battle of Dreux.XLVI. Of names.XLVII. Of the uncertainty of our judgment.

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V08, 1877, Cotton[MN#08][mn08v10.txt]3588BOOK THE FIRST.--CHAP. XLVIII. to LVII.XLVIII. Of war-horses, or destriers.XLIX. Of ancient customs.L. Of Democritus and Heraclitus.LI. Of the vanity of words.LII. Of the parsimony of the Ancients.LIII. Of a saying of Caesar.LIV. Of vain subtleties.LV. Of smells.LVI. Of prayers.LVII. Of age.

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V09, 1877, Cotton[MN#09][mn09v10.txt]3589BOOK THE SECOND.--CHAP. I. to VI.I. Of the inconstancy of our actions.II. Of drunkenness.III. A custom of the Isle of Cea.IV. To-morrow's a new day.V. Of conscience.VI. Use makes perfect.

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V10, 1877, Cotton[MN#10][mn10v10.txt]3590BOOK THE SECOND.--CHAP. VII. to XII.VII. Of recompenses of honour.VIII. Of the affection of fathers to their children.IX. Of the arms of the Parthians.X. Of books.XI. Of cruelty.XII.

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V11, 1877, Cotton[MN#11][mn11v10.txt]3591BOOK THE SECOND.--CHAP. XIII. to XVII.XIII. Of judging of the death of another.XIV. That the mind hinders itself.XV. That our desires are augmented by difficulty.XVI. Of glory.XVII. Of presumption.

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V12, 1877, Cotton[MN#12][mn12v10.txt]3592BOOK THE SECOND.--CHAP. XVIII. to XXXI.XVIII. Of giving the lie.XIX. Of liberty of conscience.XX. That we taste nothing pure.XXI. Against idleness.XXII. Of Posting.XXIII. Of ill means employed to a good end.XXIV. Of the Roman grandeur.XXV. Not to counterfeit being sick.XXVI. Of thumbs.XXVII. Cowardice the mother of cruelty.XXVIII. All things have their season.XXIX. Of virtue.XXX. Of a monstrous child.XXXI. Of anger.

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V13, 1877, Cotton[MN#13][mn13v10.txt]3593BOOK THE SECOND.--CHAP. XXXII. to XXXVII.XXXII. Defence of Seneca and Plutarch.XXXIII. The story of Spurina.XXXIV. Observation on the means to carry on a war according to Julius Caesar.XXXV. Of three good women.XXXVI. Of the most excellent men.XXXVII. Of the resemblance of children to their fathers.

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V14, 1877, Cotton[MN#14][mn14v10.txt]3594BOOK THE THIRD.--CHAP. I. to IV.I. Of Profit and Honesty.II. Of Repentance.III. Of Three Commerces.IV. Of Diversion.

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V15, 1877, Cotton[MN#15][mn15v10.txt]3595BOOK THE THIRD.--CHAP. V.V. Upon Some verses of Virgil.

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V16, 1877, Cotton[MN#16][mn16v10.txt]3596BOOK THE THIRD.--CHAP. VI. to VIII.VI. Of Coaches.VII. Of the Inconvenience of Greatness.VIII. Of the Art of Conference.

Dec 2002 The Complete Essays of Montaigne, Cotton[MN#20][mn20v10.txt]3600BOOK THE FIRST:I. That men by various ways arrive at the same end.II. Of Sorrow.III. That our affections carry themselves beyond us .IV. That the soul discharges her passions upon false objects, where the true are wanting.V. Whether the governor of a place besieged ought himself to go out to parley.VI. That the hour of parley is dangerous.VII. That the intention is judge of our actionsVIII. Of idleness.IX. Of liars.X. Of quick or slow speech.XI. Of prognostications.XII. Of constancy.XIII. The ceremony of the interview of princes.XIV. That men are justly punished for being obstinate in the defence of a fort that is not in reason to be defended.XV. Of the punishment of cowardice.XVI. A proceeding of some ambassadors.XVII. Of fear.XVIII. That men are not to judge of our happiness till after death.XIX. That to study philosophy is to learn to die.XX. Of the force of imagination.XXI. That the profit of one man is the damage of another.XXII. Of custom, and that we should not easily change a law received .XXIII. Various events from the same counsel.XXIV. Of pedantry.XXV. Of the education of children.XXVI. That it is folly to measure truth and error by our own capacity.XXVII. Of friendship.XXVIII. Nine-and-twenty sonnets of Estienne de la Boetie.XXIX. Of moderation.XXX. Of cannibals,XXXI. That a man is soberly to judge of the divine ordinances.XXXII. That we are to avoid pleasures, even at the expense of life.XXXIII. That fortune is oftentimes observed to act by the rule of reason.XXXIV. Of one defect in our government.XXXV. Of the custom of wearing clothesXXXVI. Of Cato the Younger.XXXVII. That we laugh and cry for the same thing.XXXVIII.Of solitude.XXXIX. A consideration upon Cicero,XL. That the relish of good and evil depends in a great measure upon the opinion we have of them.XLI. Not to communicate a man's honour.XLII. Of the inequality amongst us.XLIII. Of sumptuary laws.XLIV. Of sleep.XLV. Of the battle of Dreux.XLVI. Of names.XLVII. Of the uncertainty of our judgment.XLVIII. Of war-horses, or destriers.XLIX. Of ancient customs.L. Of Democritus and Heraclitus.LI. Of the vanity of words.LII. Of the parsimony of the Ancients.LIII. Of a saying of Caesar.LIV. Of vain subtleties.LV. Of smells.LVI. Of prayers.LVII. Of age.

BOOK THE SECOND:I. Of the inconstancy of our actions.II. Of drunkenness.III. A custom of the Isle of Cea.IV. To-morrow's a new day.V. Of conscience.VI. Use makes perfect.VII. Of recompenses of honour.VIII. Of the affection of fathers to their children.IX. Of the arms of the Parthians.X. Of books.XI. Of cruelty.XII. Apology for Raimond de Sebonde (Not included)XIII. Of judging of the death of another.XIV. That the mind hinders itself.XV. That our desires are augmented by difficulty.XVI. Of glory.XVII. Of presumption.XVIII. Of giving the lie.XIX. Of liberty of conscience.XX. That we taste nothing pure.XXI. Against idleness.XXII. Of Posting.XXIII. Of ill means employed to a good end.XXIV. Of the Roman grandeur.XXV. Not to counterfeit being sick.XXVI. Of thumbs.XXVII. Cowardice the mother of cruelty.XXVIII. All things have their season.XXIX. Of virtue.XXX. Of a monstrous child.XXXI. Of anger.XXXII. Defence of Seneca and Plutarch.XXXIII. The story of Spurina.XXXIV. Observation on the means to carry on a war according to Julius Caesar.XXXV. Of three good women.XXXVI. Of the most excellent men.XXXVII. Of the resemblance of children to their fathers.

BOOK THE THIRD:I. Of Profit and Honesty.II. Of Repentance.III. Of Three Commerces.IV. Of Diversion.V. Upon Some verses of Virgil.VI. Of Coaches.VII. Of the Inconvenience of Greatness.VIII. Of the Art of Conference.IX. Of Vanity.X. Of Managing the Will.XI. Of Cripples.XII. Of Physiognomy.XIII. Of Experience.

WIDGER'S QUOTATIONS

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V01, 1877, Cotton[MN#01][mn01v10.txt]3581THE LIFE OF MONTAIGNETHE LETTERS OF MONTAIGNE

Arts of persuasion, to insinuate it into our mindsHelp: no other effect than that of lengthening my sufferingJudgment of great things is many times formed from lesser thingOption now of continuing in life or of completing the voyageTwo principal guiding reins are reward and punishmentVirtue and ambition, unfortunately, seldom lodge together

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V02, 1877, Cotton[MN#02][mn02v10.txt]3582BOOK THE FIRST.--CHAP. I. to XII.I. That Men by Various Ways Arrive at the Same End.II. Of Sorrow.III. That our affections carry themselves beyond us .IV. That the soul discharges her passions upon false objects, where the true are wanting.V. Whether the governor of a place besieged ought himself to go out to parley.VI. That the hour of parley is dangerous.VII. That the intention is judge of our actions.VIII. Of idleness.IX. Of liars.X. Of quick or slow speech.XI. Of prognostications.XII. Of constancy.

AlmanacsBeing dead they were then by one day happier than he.Books I read over again, still smile upon me with fresh noveltyDeath discharges us of all our obligationsDifference betwixt memory and understandingDo thine own work, and know thyselfEffect and performance are not at all in our powerFantastic gibberish of the prophetic cantingFolly of gaping after future thingsGood to be certain and finite, and evil, infinite and uncertainHe who lives everywhere, lives nowhereIf they chop upon one truth, that carries a mighty reportIimpotencies that so unseasonably surprise the loverLet it be permitted to the timid to hopeLight griefs can speak: deep sorrows are dumbLook, you who think the gods have no care of human thingsNature of judgment to have it more deliberate and more slowNature of wit is to have its operation prompt and suddenNor have other tie upon one another, but by our wordOld men who retain the memory of things pastPity is reputed a vice amongst the StoicsRather complain of ill-fortune than be ashamed of victoryReverse of truth has a hundred thousand formsSay of some compositions that they stink of oil and of the lampSolon, that none can be said to be happy until he is deadStrong memory is commonly coupled with infirm judgmentStumble upon a truth amongst an infinite number of liesSuffer those inconveniences which are not possibly to be avoidedSuperstitiously to seek out in the stars the ancient causesTheir pictures are not here who were cast awayThings I say are better than those I writeWe are masters of nothing but the willWe cannot be bound beyond what we are able to performWhere the lion's skin is too short

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V03, 1877, Cotton[MN#03][mn03v10.txt]3583BOOK THE FIRST.--CHAP. XIII. to XXI.XIII. The ceremony of the interview of princes.XIV. That men are justly punished for being obstinate in the defence of a fort.XV. Of the punishment of cowardice.XVI. A proceeding of some ambassadors.XVII. Of fear.XVIII. That men are not to judge of our happiness till after death.XIX. That to study philosophy is to learn to die.XX. Of the force of imagination.XXI. That the profit of one man is the damage of another.

Accommodated my subject to my strengthAffright people with the very mention of deathAll I aim at is, to pass my time at my easeAll think he has yet twenty good years to comeApprenticeship and a resemblance of deathBecome a fool by too much wisdomBoth himself and his posterity declared ignoble, taxableCaesar: he would be thought an excellent engineer to bootCourtesy and good manners is a very necessary studyDangers do, in truth, little or nothing hasten our endDeath can, whenever we please, cut short inconveniencesDeath has us every moment by the throatDeath is a part of youDenying all solicitation, both of hand and mindDid my discourses came only from my mouth or from my heartDie well--that is, patiently and tranquillyDiscover what there is of good and clean in the bottom of the poDownright and sincere obedienceEvery day travels towards death; the last only arrives at itFear is more importunate and insupportable than death itselfFear to lose a thing, which being lost, cannot be lamented?Fear: begets a terrible astonishment and confusionFeared, lest disgrace should make such delinquents desperateGive these young wenches the things they long forHave you ever found any who have been dissatisfied with dying?How many more have died before they arrived at thy ageHow many several ways has death to surprise us?How much more insupportable and painful an immortal lifeI have lived longer by this one day than I should have doneI take hold of, as little glorious and exemplary as you willIf nature do not help a little, it is very hardIn this last scene of death, there is no more counterfeitingInclination to love one another at the first sightIndocile liberty of this memberInsensible of the stroke when our youth dies in usLive at the expense of life itself.Much better to offend him once than myself every dayNature, who left us in such a state of imperfectionNeither men nor their lives are measured by the ellNo man more certain than another of to-morrow. --SenecaNo one can be called happy till he is dead and buriedNot certain to live till I came homeNot melancholic, but meditativeNothing can be a grievance that is but oncePhilosophy is nothing but to prepare one's self to diePremeditation of death is the premeditation of libertyProfit made only at the expense of anotherRather prating of another man's province than his ownSame folly as to be sorry we were not alive a hundred years agoSlaves, or exiles, ofttimes live as merrily as other folksome people rude, by being overcivil in their courtesyThe day of your birth is one day's advance towards the graveThe deadest deaths are the bestThe thing in the world I am most afraid of is fearThere is no long, nor short, to things that are no moreThing at which we all aim, even in virtue is pleasureThings often appear greater to us at distance than near at handTo study philosophy is nothing but to prepare one's self to dieUtility of living consists not in the length of daysValour has its bounds as well as other virtuesValuing the interest of disciplineWell, and what if it had been death itself?What may be done to-morrow, may be done to-day.Who would weigh him without the honour and grandeur of his end.Willingly slip the collar of command upon any pretence whateverWoman who goes to bed to a man, must put off her modestyYou must first see us dieYoung and old die upon the same terms

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V04, 1877, Cotton[MN#04][mn04v10.txt]3584BOOK THE FIRST.--CHAP. XXII. to XXIV.XXII. Of custom, and that we should not easily change a law receivedXXIII. Various events from the same counsel.XXIV. Of pedantry.

A parrot would say as much as thatAgesilaus, what he thought most proper for boys to learn?But it is not enough that our education does not spoil usConscience, which we pretend to be derived from natureCulling out of several books the sentences that best please me"Custom," replied Plato, "is no little thing"EducationExamine, who is better learned, than who is more learnedFear and distrust invite and draw on offenceFortune will still be mistress of eventsFox, who found fault with what he could not obtainFruits of public commotion are seldom enjoyedGave them new and more plausible names for their excuseGive me time to recover my strength and healthGreat presumption to be so fond of one's own opinionsGross impostures of religionsHoary head and rivelled face of ancient usageHold a stiff rein upon suspicionI have a great aversion from a noveltyKnowledge is not so absolutely necessary as judgmentLaws do what they can, when they cannot do what they wouldMan can never be wise but by his own wisdomMemories are full enough, but the judgment totally voidMiracles appear to be so, according to our ignorance of natureNothing noble can be performed without dangerOnly set the humours they would purge more violently in workOught not to expect much either from his vigilance or powerOught to withdraw and retire his soul from the crowdOver-circumspect and wary prudence is a mortal enemyPhysicPhysician worse physickedPlays of children are not performed in playPresent himself with a halter about his neck to the peopleRome was more valiant before she grew so learnedStudy to declare what is justice, but never took care to do it.Testimony of the truth from minds prepossessed by custom?They neither instruct us to think well nor to do wellThink of physic as much good or ill as any one would have meUse veils from us the true aspect of thingsVictorious envied the conqueredWe only labour to stuff the memoryWe take other men's knowledge and opinions upon trustWeakness and instability of a private and particular fancyWhat they ought to do when they come to be menWhosoever despises his own life, is always masterWorse endure an ill-contrived robe than an ill-contrived mind

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V05, 1877, Cotton[MN#05][mn05v10.txt]3585BOOK THE FIRST.--CHAP. XXV. to XXVI.XXV. Of the education of children.XXVI. That it is folly to measure truth and error by our owncapacity.

A child should not be brought up in his mother's lapAcquiesce and submit to truthAffect words that are not of current useAnything appears greatest to him that never knew a greaterAppetite to read more, than glutted with that we haveApplaud his judgment than commend his knowledgeAttribute facility of belief to simplicity and ignoranceAway with this violence! away with this compulsion!Bears well a changed fortune, acting both parts equally wellBelief compared to the impression of a seal upon the soulcloak on one shoulder, my cap on one side, a stocking disorderedCollege: a real house of correction of imprisoned youthDisgorge what we eat in the same condition it was swallowedEducation ought to be carried on with a severe sweetnessEloquence prejudices the subject it would advanceFear was not that I should do ill, but that I should do nothingGlory and curiosity are the scourges of the soulHobbes said that if he Had been at college as long as others--Inquisitive after everythingInsert whole sections and pages out of ancient authorsIt is no hard matter to get childrenLearn what it is right to wishLeast touch or prick of a pencil in comparison of the wholeLet him be satisfied with correcting himselfLet him examine every man's talentLight prognostics they give of themselves in their tender yearsLiving well, which of all arts is the greatestLodge nothing in his fancy upon simple authority and upon trustMan may say too much even upon the best subjectsMiracle: everything our reason cannot comprehendMorosity and melancholic humour of a sour ill-natured pedantMothers are too tenderNegligent garb, which is yet observable amongst the young menNobody prognosticated that I should be wicked, but only uselessNot having been able to pronounce one syllable, which is No.O Athenians, what this man says, I will doObstinacy and contention are common qualitiesOccasion to La Boetie to write his "Voluntary Servitude"Philosophy has discourses proper for childhoodPhilosophy is that which instructs us to livePhilosophy looked upon as a vain and fantastic namePreface to bribe the benevolence of the courteous readerReading those books, converse with the great and heroic soulsSilence, therefore, and modesty are very advantageous qualitiesSo many trillions of men, buried before usSparing and an husband of his knowledgeThe conduct of our lives is the true mirror of our doctrineThe most manifest sign of wisdom is a continual cheerfulnessTheir labour is not to delivery, but about conceptionThere is nothing like alluring the appetite and affectionsThey begin to teach us to live when we have almost done livingThings grow familiar to men's minds by being often seenTo condemn them as impossible, is by a temerarious presumptionTo contemn what we do not comprehendTo go a mile out of their way to hook in a fine wordTo know by rote, is no knowledgeTongue will grow too stiff to bendTotally brutified by an immoderate thirst after knowledgeUnbecoming rudeness to carp at everythingUnjust to exact from me what I do not oweWhere their profit is, let them there have their pleasure tooWho by their fondness of some fine sounding word

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V06, 1877, Cotton[MN#06][mn06v10.txt]3586BOOK THE FIRST.--CHAP. XXVII. to XXXVIII.XXVII. Of friendship.XXVIII. Nine-and-twenty sonnets of Estienne de la Boetie.XXIX. Of moderation.XXX. Of cannibals.XXXI. That a man is soberly to judge of the divine ordinances.XXXII. That we are to avoid pleasures, even at the expense of life.XXXIII. That fortune is oftentimes observed to act by the rule of reason.XXXIV. Of one defect in our government.XXXV. Of the custom of wearing clothes.XXXVI. Of Cato the Younger.XXXVII. That we laugh and cry for the same thing.XXXVIII. Of solitude.

A man must either imitate the vicious or hate themAbhorrence of the patient are necessary circumstancesAcquire by his writings an immortal lifeAddict thyself to the study of lettersAlways the perfect religionAnd hate him so as you were one day to love himArcher that shoots over, misses as much as he that falls shortArt that could come to the knowledge of but few personsBeing over-studious, we impair our health and spoil our humourBy the misery of this life, aiming at bliss in anotherCarnal appetites only supported by use and exerciseComing out of the same holeCommon friendships will admit of divisionDost thou, then, old man, collect food for others' ears?Either tranquil life, or happy deathEnslave our own contentment to the power of anotherEntertain us with fables:astrologers and physiciansEverything has many faces and several aspectsExtremity of philosophy is hurtfulFriendships that the law and natural obligation impose upon usGewgaw to hang in a cabinet or at the end of the tongueGratify the gods and nature by massacre and murderHe took himself along with himHe will choose to be aloneHeadache should come before drunkennessHigh time to die when there is more ill than good in livingHonour of valour consists in fighting, not in subduingHow uncertain duration these accidental conveniences areI bequeath to Areteus the maintenance of my motherI for my part always went the plain way to workI love temperate and moderate naturesImpostures: very strangeness lends them creditIn solitude, be company for thyself--TibullusIn the meantime, their halves were begging at their doorsInterdict all gifts betwixt man and wifeIt is better to die than to live miserableJudge by the eye of reason, and not from common reportKnot is not so sure that a man may not half suspect it will slipLascivious poet: HomerLaying themselves low to avoid the danger of fallingLeave society when we can no longer add anything to itLittle less trouble in governing a private family than a kingdomLove we bear to our wives is very lawfulMan (must) know that he is his ownMarriageMen should furnish themselves with such things as would floatMethinks I am no more than half of myselfMust for the most part entertain ourselves with ourselvesNever represent things to you simply as they areNo effect of virtue, to have stronger arms and legsNot in a condition to lend must forbid himself to borrowNothing is so firmly believed, as what we least knowO my friends, there is no friend: AristotleOftentimes agitated with divers passionsOrdinary friendships, you are to walk with bridle in your handOught not only to have his hands, but his eyes, too, chasteOur judgments are yet sickPerfect friendship I speak of is indivisiblePhilosophyPhysicians cure by misery and pain.Prefer in bed, beauty before goodnessPretending to find out the cause of every accidentReputation: most useless, frivolous, and false coin that passesReserve a backshop, wholly our own and entirely freeRest satisfied, without desire of prolongation of life or nameStilpo lost wife, children, and goodsStilpo: thank God, nothing was lost of hisTake two sorts of grist out of the same sackTaking things upon trust from vulgar opinionTearing a body limb from limb by racks and tormentsThe consequence of common examplesThere are defeats more triumphant than victoriesThey can neither lend nor give anything to one anotherThey have yet touched nothing of that which is mineThey must be very hard to please, if they are not contentedThings that engage us elsewhere and separate us from ourselvesThis decay of nature which renders him useless, burdensomeThis plodding occupation of bookes is as painfull as any otherThose immodest and debauched tricks and posturesThough I be engaged to one forme, I do not tie the world unto itTitle of barbarism to everything that is not familiarTo give a currency to his little pittance of learningTo make their private advantage at the public expenseUnder fortune's favour, to prepare myself for her disgraceVice of confining their belief to their own capacityWe have lived enough for othersWe have more curiosity than capacityWe still carry our fetters along with usWhen time begins to wear things out of memoryWherever the mind is perplexed, it is in an entire disorderWho can flee from himselfWise man never loses anything if he have himselfWise whose invested money is visible in beautiful villasWrite what he knows, and as much as he knows, but no moreYou and your companion are theatre enough to one another

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V07, 1877, Cotton[MN#07][mn07v10.txt]3587BOOK THE FIRST.--CHAP. XXXIX. to XLVII.XXXIX. A consideration upon Cicero.XL. That the relish of good and evil depends in a great measure upon opinion.XLI. Not to communicate a man's honour.XLII. Of the inequality amongst us.XLIII. Of sumptuary laws.XLIV. Of sleep.XLV. Of the battle of Dreux.XLVI. Of names.XLVII. Of the uncertainty of our judgment.

"Art thou not ashamed," said he to him, "to sing so well?"As great a benefit to be without (children)Away with that eloquence that enchants us with itselfBecause the people know so well how to obeyBlemishes of the great naturally appear greaterChange is to be fearedCicero: on fameConfidence in another man's virtueDangerous man you have deprived of all means to escapeDepend as much upon fortune as anything else we doFame: an echo, a dream, nay, the shadow of a dreamFar more easy and pleasant to follow than to leadHe who lays the cloth is ever at the charge of the feastI honour those most to whom I show the least honourIn war not to drive an enemy to despairMy words does but injure the love I have conceived within.Neither the courage to die nor the heart to liveNever spoke of my money, but falsely, as others doNo great choice betwixt not knowing to speak anything but illNo man continues ill long but by his own faultNo necessity upon a man to live in necessityNo passion so contagious as that of fearNot a victory that puts not an end to the warNot want, but rather abundance, that creates avariceOnly secure harbour from the storms and tempests of lifeOpinions they have of things and not by the things themselvesPeople conceiving they have right and title to be judgesPyrrho's hogRepute for value in them, not what they bring to usSatisfaction of mind to have only one path to walk inThat which cowardice itself has chosen for its refugeThe honour we receive from those that fear us is not honourThe pedestal is no part of the statueThere is more trouble in keeping money than in getting it.There is nothing I hate so much as driving a bargainThou wilt not feel it long if thou feelest it too muchTis the sharpnss of our mind that gives the edge to our painsTitles being so dearly boughtTwenty people prating about him when he is at stoolValour whetted and enraged by mischanceWhat can they not do, what do they fear to do (for beauty)

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V08, 1877, Cotton[MN#08][mn08v10.txt]3588BOOK THE FIRST.--CHAP. XLVIII. to LVII.XLVIII. Of war-horses, or destriers.XLIX. Of ancient customs.L. Of Democritus and Heraclitus.LI. Of the vanity of words.LII. Of the parsimony of the Ancients.LIII. Of a saying of Caesar.LIV. Of vain subtleties.LV. Of smells.LVI. Of prayers.LVII. Of age.

Advise to choose weapons of the shortest sortAn ignorance that knowledge creates and begetsAshamed to lay out as much thought and study upon itCan neither keep nor enjoy anything with a good graceChange of fashionsChess: this idle and childish gameDeath is terrible to Cicero, coveted by CatoDeath of old age the most rare and very seldom seenDiogenes, esteeming us no better than flies or bladdersDo not to pray that all things may go as we would have themExcel above the common rate in frivolous thingsExpresses more contempt and condemnation than the otherFancy that others cannot believe otherwise than as he doesGradations above and below pleasureGreatest apprehensions, from things unseen, concealedHe did not think mankind worthy of a wise man's concernHome anxieties and a mind enslaved by wearing complaintsHow infirm and decaying material this fabric of ours isI do not willingly alight when I am once on horsebackLed by the ears by this charming harmony of wordsLittle knacks and frivolous subtletiesMen approve of things for their being rare and newMust of necessity walk in the steps of anotherNatural death the most rare and very seldom seenNot to instruct but to be instructedPresent Him such words as the memory suggests to the tonguePsalms of King David: promiscuous, indiscreetRhetoric: an art to flatter and deceiveRhetoric: to govern a disorderly and tumultuous rabbleSitting betwixt two stoolsSometimes the body first submits to age, sometimes the mindStupidity and facility natural to the common peopleThe Bible: the wicked and ignorant grow worse by itThe faintness that surprises in the exercises of VenusThucydides: which was the better wrestlerTo die of old age is a death rare, extraordinary, and singularTo make little things appear great was his professionTo smell, though well, is to stinkValour will cause a trembling in the limbs as well as fearViscid melting kisses of youthful ardour in my wanton ageWe can never be despised according to our full desertWhen we have got it, we want something elseWomen who paint, pounce, and plaster up their ruins

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V09, 1877, Cotton[MN#09][mn09v10.txt]3589BOOK THE SECOND.--CHAP. I. to VI.I. Of the inconstancy of our actions.II. Of drunkenness.III. A custom of the Isle of Cea.IV. To-morrow's a new day.V. Of conscience.VI. Use makes perfect.

Addresses his voyage to no certain portAll apprentices when we come to it(death)Any one may deprive us of life; no one can deprive us of deathBusiness to-morrowCondemning wine, because some people will be drunkConscience makes us betray, accuse, and fight against ourselvesCuriosity and of that eager passion for newsDelivered into our own custody the keys of lifeDrunkeness a true and certain trial of every one's natureI can more hardly believe a man's constancy than any virtue"I wish you good health." "No health to thee," replied the otherIf to philosophise be, as 'tis defined, to doubtImproperly we call this voluntary dissolution, despairIt's madness to nourish infirmityLet him be as wise as he will, after all he is but a manLiving is slavery if the liberty of dying be wanting.Look upon themselves as a third person only, a strangerLower himself to the meanness of defending his innocenceMuch difference betwixt us and ourselvesNo alcohol the night on which a man intends to get childrenNo excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madnessNot conclude too much upon your mistress's inviolable chastityOne door into life, but a hundred thousand ways outOrdinary method of cure is carried on at the expense of lifePlato forbids children wine till eighteen years of ageShame for me to serve, being so near the reach of libertySpeak less of one's self than what one really is is follyTaught to consider sleep as a resemblance of deathThe action is commendable, not the man.The most voluntary death is the finestThe vice opposite to curiosity is negligenceThings seem greater by imagination than they are in effectThy own cowardice is the cause, if thou livest in painTis evil counsel that will admit no changeTorture: rather a trial of patience than of truthWe do not go, we are drivenWhat can they suffer who do not fear to die?Whoever expects punishment already suffers itWise man lives as long as he ought, not so long as he can

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V10, 1877, Cotton[MN#10][mn10v10.txt]3590BOOK THE SECOND.--CHAP. VII. to XII.VII. Of recompenses of honour.VIII. Of the affection of fathers to their children.IX. Of the arms of the Parthians.X. Of books.XI. Of cruelty.XII.

A little cheese when a mind to make a feastA word ill taken obliterates ten years' meritCato said: So many servants, so many enemiesCherish themselves most where they are most wrongCondemn all violence in the education of a tender soulCruelty is the very extreme of all vicesDisguise, by their abridgments and at their own choiceEpicurusFlatterer in your old age or in your sicknessHe felt a pleasure and delight in so noble an actionHe judged other men by himselfI cannot well refuse to play with my dogI do not much lament the dead, and should envy them ratherI had rather be old a brief time, than be old before old ageI owe it rather to my fortune than my reasonIncline the history to their own fancyIt (my books) may know many things that are gone from meKnowledge and truth may be in us without judgmentLearn the theory from those who best know the practiceLoved them for our sport, like monkeys, and not as menMotive to some vicious occasion or some prospect of profitMy books: from me hold that which I have not retainedMy dog unseasonably importunes me to playMy innocence is a simple one; little vigour and no artNever observed any great stability in my soul to resist passionsNothing tempts my tears but tearsOmit, as incredible, such things as they do not understandOn all occasions to contradict and opposeOnly desire to become more wise, not more learned or eloquentPassion of dandling and caressing infants scarcely bornPerfection: but I will not buy it so dear as it costsPlato will have nobody marry before thirtyPrudent and just man may be intemperate and inconsistentPuerile simplicities of our childrenShelter my own weakness under these great reputationsSocrates kept a confounded scolding wifeThe authors, with whom I converseThere is no recompense becomes virtueTo do well where there was danger was the proper officeTo whom no one is ill who can be good?Turks have alms and hospitals for beastsVices will cling together, if a man have not a careVirtue is much strengthened by combatsVirtue refuses facility for a companion

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V11, 1877, Cotton[MN#11][mn11v10.txt]3591BOOK THE SECOND.--CHAP. XIII. to XVII.XIII. Of judging of the death of another.XIV. That the mind hinders itself.XV. That our desires are augmented by difficulty.XVI. Of glory.XVII. Of presumption.

A generous heart ought not to belie its own thoughtsA man may play the fool in everything else, but not in poetryAgainst my trifles you could say no more than I myself have saidAgitated betwixt hope and fearAll defence shows a face of warAlmanacsAn advantage in judgment we yield to noneAny old government better than change and alterationAnything becomes foul when commended by the multitudeAppetite runs after that it has notArmed parties (the true school of treason, inhumanity, robberyAuthority to be dissected by the vain fancies of menAuthority which a graceful presence and a majestic mien begetBe on which side you will, you have as fair a game to playBeauty of stature is the only beauty of menBelieving Heaven concerned at our ordinary actionsBetter at speaking than writing. Motion and action animate wordCaesar's choice of death: "the shortest"Ceremony forbids us to express by words things that are lawfulContent: more easily found in want than in abundanceCuriosity of knowing things has been given to man for a scourgeDefence allures attempt, and defiance provokes an enemyDesire of riches is more sharpened by their use than by the needDifficulty gives all things their estimationDoubt whether those (old writings) we have be not the worstDoubtful ills plague us worstEndeavouring to be brief, I become obscureEngaged in the avenues of old age, being already past fortyEvery government has a god at the head of itExecutions rather whet than dull the edge of vicesFear of the fall more fevers me than the fall itselfFolly to hazard that upon the uncertainty of augmenting itFor who ever thought he wanted sense?Fortune rules in all thingsGentleman would play the fool to make a show of defenceHappen to do anything commendable, I attribute it to fortuneHaving too good an opinion of our own worthHe should discern in himself, as well as in othersHe who is only a good man that men may know itHow many worthy men have we known to survive their reputationHumble out of prideI am very glad to find the way beaten before me by othersI find myself here fettered by the laws of ceremonyI have no mind to die, but I have no objection to be deadI have not a wit supple enough to evade a sudden questionI have nothing of my own that satisfies my judgmentI would be rich of myself, and not by borrowingIll luck is good for somethingImitating other men's natures, thou layest aside thy ownImmoderate either seeking or evading glory or reputationImpunity pass with us for justiceIt is not for outward show that the soul is to play its partKnowledge of others, wherein the honour consistsLessen the just value of things that I possessLicense of judgments is a great disturbance to great affairsLose what I have a particular care to lock safe upLoses more by defending his vineyard than if he gave it up.More brave men been lost in occasions of little momentMore solicitous that men speak of us, than how they speakMy affection alters, my judgment does notNo way found to tranquillity that is good in commonNot being able to govern events, I govern myselfNot conceiving things otherwise than by this outward barkNot for any profit, but for the honour of honesty itselfNothing is more confident than a bad poetNothing that so poisons as flatteryObedience is never pure nor calm in him who reasons and disputesOccasions of the least lustre are ever the most dangerousOf the fleeting years each steals something from meOffice of magnanimity openly and professedly to love and hateOld age: applaud the past and condemn the presentOne may be humble out of prideOur will is more obstinate by being opposedOvervalue things, because they are foreign, absentPhilopoemen: paying the penalty of my ugliness.Pleasing all: a mark that can never be aimed at or hitPoetsPossession begets a contempt of what it holds and rulesProlong his life also prolonged and augmented his painRegret so honourable a post, where necessity must make them boldSense: no one who is not contented with his shareSetting too great a value upon ourselvesSetting too little a value upon othersShe who only refuses, because 'tis forbidden, consentsShort of the foremost, but before the last.Souls that are regular and strong of themselves are rareSuicide: a morsel that is to be swallowed without chewingTake all things at the worst, and to resolve to bear that worstThe age we live in produces but very indifferent thingsThe reward of a thing well done is to have done itThe satiety of living, inclines a man to desire to dieThere is no reason that has not its contraryThey do not see my heart, they see but my countenanceThose who can please and hug themselves in what they doTis far beyond not fearing death to taste and relish itTo forbid us anything is to make us have a mind to'tVoice and determination of the rabble, the mother of ignoranceVulgar reports and opinions that drive us onWe believe we do not believeWe consider our death as a very great thingWe have not the thousandth part of ancient writingsWe have taught the ladies to blushWe set too much value upon ourselvesWere more ambitious of a great reputation than of a good oneWhat a man says should be what he thinksWhat he did by nature and accident, he cannot do by designWhat is more accidental than reputation?What, shall so much knowledge be lostWiser who only know what is needful for them to know

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V12, 1877, Cotton[MN#12][mn12v10.txt]3592BOOK THE SECOND.--CHAP. XVIII. to XXXI.XVIII. Of giving the lie.XIX. Of liberty of conscience.XX. That we taste nothing pure.XXI. Against idleness.XXII. Of Posting.XXIII. Of ill means employed to a good end.XXIV. Of the Roman grandeur.XXV. Not to counterfeit being sick.XXVI. Of thumbs.XXVII. Cowardice the mother of cruelty.XXVIII. All things have their season.XXIX. Of virtue.XXX. Of a monstrous child.XXXI. Of anger.

A man may always study, but he must not always go to schoolAccursed be thou, as he that arms himself for fear of deathAll things have their seasons, even good onesAll those who have authority to be angry in my family"An emperor," said he, "must die standing"Ancient Romans kept their youth always standing at schoolAnd we suffer the ills of a long peaceBe not angry to no purposeBest virtue I have has in it some tincture of viceBy resenting the lie we acquit ourselves of the faultBy the gods," said he, "if I was not angry, I would execute youChildren are amused with toys and men with wordsConsent, and complacency in giving a man's self up to melancholyDefend most the defects with which we are most taintedEmperor Julian, surnamed the ApostateFortune sometimes seems to delight in taking us at our wordGreatest talkers, for the most part, do nothing to purposeHave more wherewith to defray my journey, than I have way to goHearing a philosopher talk of military affairsHow much it costs him to do no worseI need not seek a fool from afar; I can laugh at myselfIdleness, the mother of corruptionIf a passion once prepossess and seize me, it carries me awayIn sorrow there is some mixture of pleasureKilling is good to frustrate an offence to come, not to revengeLaws cannot subsist without mixture of injusticeLeast end of a hair will serve to draw them into my discourseLet us not seek our disease out of ourselves; 'tis in usLook on death not only without astonishment but without careMelancholy: Are there not some constitutions that feed upon it?Most cruel people, and upon frivolous occasions, apt to cry.No beast in the world so much to be feared by man as manOur extremest pleasure has some sort of groaningOur fancy does what it will, both with itself and usOwe ourselves chiefly and mostly to ourselvesPetulant madness contends with itselfRage it puts them to oppose silence and coldness to their furyRash and incessant scolding runs into customRevenge, which afterwards produces a series of new crueltiesSee how flexible our reason isSeeming anger, for the better governing of my houseShake the truth of our Church by the vices of her ministersTake my last leave of every place I depart fromThe gods sell us all the goods they give usThe storm is only begot by a concurrence of angersThough nobody should read me, have I wasted timeTis said of Epimenides, that he always prophesied backward.Tis then no longer correction, but revengeUpon the precipice, 'tis no matter who gave you the pushWhen will this man be wise," said he, "if he is yet learning?When you see me moved first, let me alone, right or wrongYoung are to make their preparations, the old to enjoy them

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V13, 1877, Cotton[MN#13][mn13v10.txt]3593BOOK THE SECOND.--CHAP. XXXII. to XXXVII.XXXII. Defence of Seneca and Plutarch.XXXIII. The story of Spurina.XXXIV. Observation on the means to carry on a war according to Julius Caesar.XXXV. Of three good women.XXXVI. Of the most excellent men.XXXVII. Of the resemblance of children to their fathers.

Accusing all others of ignorance and impositionAffection towards their husbands, (not)until they have lost themAnything of value in him, let him make it appear in his conductAs if impatience were of itself a better remedy than patienceAssurance they give us of the certainty of their drugsAt least, if they do no good, they will do no harmAttribute to itself; all the happy successes that happenBest part of a captain to know how to make use of occasionsBurnt and roasted for opinions taken upon trust from othersCommit themselves to the common fortuneCrafty humility that springs from presumptionDid not approve all sorts of means to obtain a victoryDisease had arrived at its period or an effect of chance?Dissentient and tumultuary drugsDo not much blame them for making their advantage of our follyDoctors: more felicity and duration in their own lives?Doctrine much more intricate and fantastic than the thing itselfDrugs being in its own nature an enemy to our healthEven the very promises of physic are incredible in themselvesFathers conceal their affection from their childrenHe who provides for all, provides for nothingHealth depends upon the vanity and falsity of their promisesHealth is altered and corrupted by their frequent prescriptionsHealth to be worth purchasing by all the most painful cauteriesHomer: The only words that have motion and actionI am towards the bottom of the barrelI dare not promise but that I may one day be so much a foolI see no people so soon sick as those who take physicIndiscreet desire of a present cure, that so blind usIntended to get a new husband than to lament the oldLet it alone a littleLife should be cut off in the sound and living partLive a quite contrary sort of life to what they prescribe othersLive, not so long as they please, but as long as they oughtLlaying the fault upon the patient, by such frivolous reasonsLong a voyage I should at last run myself into some disadvantageMaking their advantage of our folly, for most men do the sameMan may with less trouble adapt himself to entire abstinenceMan runs a very great hazard in their hands (of physicians)Mark of singular good nature to preserve old ageMen must embark, and not deliberate, upon high enterprisesMercenaries who would receive any (pay)Moderation is a virtue that gives more work than sufferingMore valued a victory obtained by counsel than by forceMost men do not so much believe as they acquiesce and permitNever any man knew so much, and spake so littleNo danger with them, though they may do us no goodNo other foundation or support than public abuseNo physic that has not something hurtful in itNoble and rich, where examples of virtue are rarely lodgedObstinacy is the sister of constancyOrder a purge for your brain, it will there be much betterOrdinances it (Medicine)foists upon usPassion has a more absolute command over us than reasonPay very strict usury who did not in due time pay the principalPeople are willing to be gulled in what they desirePhysician's "help", which is very often an obstaclePhysicians are not content to deal only with the sickPhysicians fear men should at any time escape their authorityPhysicians were the only men who might lie at pleasurePhysicians: earth covers their failuresPlato said of the Egyptians, that they were all physiciansPure cowardice that makes our belief so pliableRecommendation of strangeness, rarity, and dear purchaseSend us to the better air of some other countryShould first have mended their breechesSmile upon us whilst we are aliveSo austere and very wise countenance and carriage :of physiciansSo much are men enslaved to their miserable beingSolon said "that eating was physic against the malady hungerStrangely suspect all this merchandise: medical careStudies, to teach me to do, and not to writeSuch a recipe as they will not take themselvesThat he could neither read nor swimThe Babylonians carried their sick into the public squareThey (good women) are not by the dozen, as every one knowsThey have not one more invention left wherewith to amuse usThey juggle and trifle in all their discourses at our expenseThey never loved them till deadTis in some sort a kind of dying to avoid the pain of living wellTis not the number of men, but the number of good menTis there she talks plain FrenchTo be, not to seemTo keep me from dying is not in your powerTwo opinions alike, no more than two hairsTyrannical authority physicians usurp over poor creaturesVenture it upon his neighbour, if he will let himventure the making ourselves better without any dangerWe confess our ignorance in many thingsWe do not easily accept the medicine we understandWhat are become of all our brave philosophical precepts?What we have not seen, we are forced to receive from other handsWhatever was not ordinary diet, was instead of a drugWhimpering is offensive to the living and vain to the deadWho does not boast of some rare recipeWho ever saw one physician approve of another's prescriptionWillingly give them leave to laugh after we are deadWith being too well I am about to dieWont to give others their life, and not to receive itYou may indeed make me die an ill death

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V14, 1877, Cotton[MN#14][mn14v10.txt]3594BOOK THE THIRD.--CHAP. I. to IV.I. Of Profit and Honesty.II. Of Repentance.III. Of Three Commerces.IV. Of Diversion.

A little thing will turn and divert usAbominate that incidental repentance which old age bringsAge imprints more wrinkles in the mind than it does on the faceAlways be parading their pedantic scienceAm as jealous of my repose as of my authorityAnger and hatred are beyond the duty of justiceBeast of company, as the ancient said, but not of the herdBooks go side by side with me in my whole courseBooks have many charming qualities to such as know how to chooseBut ill proves the honour and beauty of an action by its utilityChildish ignorance of many very ordinary thingsCommon consolation, discourages and softens meConsoles himself upon the utility and eternity of his writingsDeceit maintains and supplies most men's employmentDiverting the opinions and conjectures of the peopleDying appears to him a natural and indifferent accidentEvery place of retirement requires a walkFault will be theirs for having consulted meFew men have been admired by their own domesticsFollies do not make me laugh, it is our wisdom which doesFolly to put out their own light and shine by a borrowed lustreFor fear of the laws and report of menGently to bear the inconstancy of a loverGive but the rind of my attentionGrief provokes itselfHe may employ his passion, who can make no use of his reasonHe may well go a foot, they say, who leads his horse in his handI do not consider what it is now, but what it was thenI find no quality so easy to counterfeit as devotionI lay no great stress upon my opinions; or of othersI look upon death carelessly when I look upon it universallyI receive but little advice, I also give but littleI speak truth, not so much as I would, but as much as I dareI understand my men even by their silence and smilesIdleness is to me a very painful labourImagne the mighty will not abase themselves so much as to liveIn ordinary friendships I am somewhat cold and shyLeaving nothing unsaid, how home and bitter soeverLibrary: Tis there that I am in my kingdomMalice sucks up the greatest part of its own venomMalicious kind of justiceMiserable kind of remedy, to owe one's health to one's disease!Miserable, who has not at home where to be by himselfMore supportable to be always alone than never to be soMy fancy does not go by itself, as when my legs move itMy thoughts sleep if I sit stillNearest to the opinions of those with whom they have to doNo evil is honourable; but death is honourableNo man is free from speaking foolish thingsNoise of arms deafened the voice of lawsNone of the sex, let her be as ugly as the devil thinks lovableObliged to his age for having weaned him from pleasureOpen speaking draws out discoveries, like wine and lovePerfect men as they are, they are yet simply men.Preachers very often work more upon their auditory than reasonsPublic weal requires that men should betray, and lieRidiculous desire of riches when we have lost the use of themRowers who so advance backwardSeason a denial with asperity, suspense, or favourSo that I could have said no worse behind their backsSocrates: According to what a man canStudied, when young, for ostentation, now for diversionSwim in troubled waters without fishing in themTake a pleasure in being uninterested in other men's affairsThe good opinion of the vulgar is injuriousThe sick man has not to complain who has his cure in his sleeveThe virtue of the soul does not consist in flying highTis an exact life that maintains itself in due order in privateTis not the cause, but their interest, that inflames themTitillation of ill-natured pleasure in seeing others sufferTo be a slave, incessantly to be led by the nose by one's selfTruly he, with a great effort will shortly say a mighty trifleWe do not so much forsake vices as we change themWe much more aptly imagine an artisan upon his close-stoolWhat more? they lie with their lovers learnedlyWhat need have they of anything but to live beloved and honouredWisdom is folly that does not accommodate itself to the commonYou must let yourself down to those with whom you converse

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V15, 1877, Cotton[MN#15][mn15v10.txt]3595BOOK THE THIRD.--CHAP. V.V. Upon Some verses of Virgil.

A gallant man does not give over his pursuit for being refusedA lady could not boast of her chastity who was never temptedAppetite is more sharp than one already half-glutted by the eyesBashfulness is an ornament to youth, but a reproach to old ageCertain other things that people hide only to show themChiefly knew himself to be mortal by this actDearness is a good sauce to meatEach amongst you has made somebody cuckoldEat your bread with the sauce of a more pleasing imaginationEvade this tormenting and unprofitable knowledgeFeminine polity has a mysterious procedureFew men have made a wife of a mistress, who have not repented itFirst thing to be considered in love matters: a fitting timeFriend, the hook will not stick in such soft cheeseGive the ladies a cruel contempt of our natural furnitureGuess at our meaning under general and doubtful termsHate all sorts of obligation and restraintHave ever had a great respect for her I lovedHave no other title left me to these things but by the earsHeat and stir up their imagination, and then we find faultHusbands hate their wives only because they themselves do wrongI am apt to dream that I dreamI do not say that 'tis well said, but well thoughtI had much rather die than live upon charityI was always superstitiously afraid of giving offenceIf I am talking my best, whoever interrupts me, stops meIf they can only be kind to us out of pityIn everything else a man may keep some decorumIn those days, the tailor took measure of itInclination to variety and novelty common to us bothInconsiderate excuses are a kind of self-accusationInterdiction incites, and who are more eager, being forbiddenIt happens, as with cages, the birds without despair to get inJealousy: no remedy but flight or patienceJudgment of duty principally lies in the willLadies are no sooner ours, than we are no more theirsLet a man take which course he will," said he; "he will repent"Let us not be ashamed to speak what we are not ashamed to thinkLove is the appetite of generation by the mediation of beautyLove shamefully and dishonestly cured by marriageLove them the less for our own faultsLove, full, lively, and sharp; a pleasure inflamed by difficultyMan must approach his wife with prudence and temperanceMarriage rejects the company and conditions of loveMen make them (the rules) without their (women's) helpMisfortunes that only hurt us by being knownModesty is a foolish virtue in an indigent person (Homer)Most of my actions are guided by example, not by choiceNeither continency nor virtue where there are no opposing desireNo doing more difficult than that not doing, nor more activeO wretched men, whose pleasures are a crimeO, the furious advantage of opportunity!Observed the laws of marriage, than I either promised or expectOne may more boldly dare what nobody thinks you dareOrder it so that your virtue may conquer your misfortunePlato says, that the gods made man for their sportPleasure of telling (a pleasure little inferior to that of doingPriest shall on the wedding-day open the way to the bridePrudent man, when I imagine him in this postureRage compelled to excuse itself by a pretence of good-willRather be a less while old than be old before I am really soRepresented her a little too passionate for a married VenusRevenge more wounds our children than it heals usSex: To put fools and wise men, beasts and us, on a levelSharps and sweets of marriage, are kept secret by the wiseSins that make the least noise are the worstSleep suffocates and suppresses the faculties of the soulSufficiently covered by their virtue without any other robeThe best authors too much humble and discourage meThe impulse of nature, which is a rough counsellorThe privilege of the mind to rescue itself from old ageTheir disguises and figures only serve to cosen foolsThere is no allurement like modesty, if it be not rudeThese sleepy, sluggish sort of men are often the most dangerousThey better conquer us by flyingThey buy a cat in a sackThey err as much who too much forbear VenusThey must become insensible and invisible to satisfy us.They who would fight custom with grammar are triflersThose which we fear the least are, peradventure, most to be fearThose within (marriage) despair of getting outTis all swine's flesh, varied by saucesTo what friend dare you intrust your griefsTwas a happy marriage betwixt a blind wife and a deaf husbandUnjust judges of their actions, as they are of oursVery idea we invent for their chastity is ridiculousVirtue is a pleasant and gay qualityWe ask most when we bring leastWe say a good marriage because no one says to the contrary.When jealousy seizes these poor soulsWhen their eyes give the lie to their tongueWho escapes being talked of at the same rateWisdom has its excesses, and has no less need of moderationWould in this affair have a man a little play the servant

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V16, 1877, Cotton[MN#16][mn16v10.txt]3596BOOK THE THIRD.--CHAP. VI. to VIII.VI. Of Coaches.VII. Of the Inconvenience of Greatness.VIII. Of the Art of Conference.

A hundred more escape us than ever come to our knowledgeA man must have courage to fearA man never speaks of himself without lossA man's accusations of himself are always believedAgitation has usurped the place of reasonAll judgments in gross are weak and imperfectAny argument if it be carried on with methodApprenticeships that are to be served beforehandArrogant ignoranceAvoid all magnificences that will in a short time be forgottenBeing as impatient of commanding as of being commandedDefer my revenge to another and better timeDesires, that still increase as they are fulfilledDetest in others the defects which are more manifest in usDisdainful, contemplative, serious and grave as the assDo not, nevertheless, always believe myselfEvents are a very poor testimony of our worth and parts.Every abridgment of a good book is a foolish abridgmentFault not to discern how far a man's worth extendsFolly and absurdity are not to be cured by bare admonitionFolly satisfied with itself than any reason can reasonably be.Folly than to be moved and angry at the follies of the worldGive us history, more as they receive it than as they believe itI every day hear fools say things that are not foolishI hail and caress truth in what quarter soever I find itI hate all sorts of tyranny, both in word and deedI love stout expressions amongst gentle menI was too frightened to be illIf it be the writer's wit or borrowed from some other"It was what I was about to say; it was just my ideaIgnorance does not offend me, but the foppery of itIt is not a book to read, 'tis a book to study and learnJudge by justice, and choose men by reasonKnock you down with the authority of their experienceLearning improves fortunes enough, but not mindsLiberality at the expense of othersMalice must be employed to correct this arrogant ignoranceMan must have a care not to do his master so great serviceMix railing, indiscretion, and fury in his disputationsMost men are rich in borrowed sufficiencyMy humour is unfit either to speak or write for beginnersMy reason is not obliged to bow and bend; my knees areNever oppose them either by word or sign, how false or absurdNew World: sold it opinions and our arts at a very dear rateObstinancy and heat in argument are the surest proofs of follyOne must first know what is his own and what is notOur knowledge, which is a wretched foundationPassion has already confounded his judgmentPinch the secret strings of our imperfectionsPractical Jokes: Tis unhandsome to fight in playPresumptive knowledge by silenceSilent mien procured the credit of prudence and capacitySpectators can claim no interest in the honour and pleasureStudy of books is a languishing and feeble motionThe cause of truth ought to be the common causeThe event often justifies a very foolish conductThe ignorant return from the combat full of joy and triumphThe very name Liberality sounds of LibertyThere are some upon whom their rich clothes weepThere is no merchant that always gainsThere is nothing single and rare in respect of natureThey have heard, they have seen, they have done so and soThey have not the courage to suffer themselves to be correctedTis impossible to deal fairly with a foolTo fret and vex at folly, as I do, is folly itselfTransferring of money from the right owners to strangersTutor to the ignorance and folly of the first we meetTyrannic sourness not to endure a form contrary to one's ownUniversal judgments that I see so common, signify nothingWe are not to judge of counsels by eventsWe do not correct the man we hang; we correct others by himWe neither see far forward nor far backwardWhat he laughed at, being alone?--That I do laugh alone!Whilst thou wast silent, thou seemedst to be some great thingWho has once been a very fool, will never after be very wiseWide of the mark in judging of their own worksWise may learn more of fools, than fools can of the wise

A man may govern himself well who cannot govern others soA man should diffuse joy, but, as much as he can, smother griefA well-bred man is a compound manAll over-nice solicitude about riches smells of avariceAlways complaining is the way never to be lamentedAppetite comes to me in eatingBetter to be alone than in foolish and troublesome companyBy suspecting them, have given them a title to do illChange only gives form to injustice and tyrannyCivil innocence is measured according to times and placesConclude the depth of my sense by its obscurityConcluding no beauty can be greater than what they seeConfession enervates reproach and disarms slanderCounterfeit condolings of pretendersCrates did worse, who threw himself into the liberty of povertyDesire of travelEnough to do to comfort myself, without having to console othersFriend, it is not now time to play with your nailsGain to change an ill condition for one that is uncertainGiving is an ambitious and authoritative qualityGood does not necessarily succeed evil; another evil may succeedGreedy humour of new and unknown thingsHe must fool it a little who would not be deemed wholly a foolI always find superfluity superfluousI am disgusted with the world I frequentI am hard to be got out, but being once upon the roadI am very willing to quit the government of my houseI content myself with enjoying the world without bustleI enter into confidence with dyingI grudge nothing but care and troubleI hate poverty equally with painI scorn to mend myself by halvesI write my book for few men and for few yearsJustice als takes cognisance of those who glean after the reaperKnown evil was ever more supportable than one that was, newLaws (of Plato on travel), which forbids it after threescoreLiberty and laziness, the qualities most predominant in meLiberty of povertyLiberty to lean, but not to lay our whole weight upon othersLittle affairs most disturb usMen as often commend as undervalue me beyond reasonMethinks I promise it, if I but say itMy mind is easily composed at distanceNeither be a burden to myself nor to any otherNo use to this age, I throw myself back upon that otherNothing falls where all fallsNothing presses so hard upon a state as innovationObstinate in growing worseOccupy our thoughts about the general, and about universal causeOne may regret better times, but cannot fly from the presentOpposition and contradiction entertain and nourish themOur qualities have no title but in comparisonPreferring the universal and common tie to all national tiesProceed so long as there shall be ink and paper in the worldSatisfied and pleased with and in themselvesSettled my thoughts to live upon less than I haveSome wives covetous indeed, but very few that are good managersThat looks a nice well-made shoe to youThere can be no pleasure to me without communicationThink myself no longer worth my own careTis for youth to subject itself to common opinionsTis more laudable to obey the bad than the goodTitles of my chapters do not always comprehend the whole matterTravel with not only a necessary, but a handsome equipageTurn up my eyes to heaven to return thanks, than to craveWeigh, as wise: men should, the burden of obligationWhat sort of wine he liked the best: "That of another"What step ends the near and what step begins the remoteWhen I travel I have nothing to care for but myselfWise man to keep a curbing hand upon the impetus of friendshipWorld where loyalty of one's own children is unknownWretched and dangerous thing to depend upon othersYou have lost a good captain, to make of him a bad general

Dec 2002 The Essays of Montaigne, V18, 1877, Cotton[MN#18][mn18v10.txt]3598BOOK THE THIRD.--CHAP. X. to XII.X. Of Managing the Will.XI. Of Cripples.XII. Of Physiognomy.

A man should abhor lawsuits as much as he mayA person's look is but a feeble warrantyAccept all things we are not able to refuteAdmiration is the foundation of all philosophyAdvantageous, too, a little to recede from one's rightAll I say is by way of discourse, and nothing by way of adviceApt to promise something less than what I am able to doAs if anything were so common as ignoranceAuthority of the number and antiquity of the witnessesBest test of truth is the multitude of believers in a crowdBooks have not so much served me for instruction as exerciseBooks of things that were never either studied or understoodCondemn the opposite affirmation equallyCourageous in death, not because his soul is immortal--SocratesDeath conduces more to birth and augmentation than to lossDecree that says, "The court understands nothing of the matterDeformity of the first cruelty makes me abhor all imitationEnters lightly into a quarrel is apt to go as lightly out of itEstablish this proposition by authority and huffingExtend their anger and hatred beyond the dispute in questionFabric goes forming and piling itself up from hand to handFortune heaped up five or six such-like incidentsHard to resolve a man's judgment against the common opinionsHaste trips up its own heels, fetters, and stops itselfHe cannot be good, seeing he is not evil even to the wickedHe who stops not the start will never be able to stop the course"How many things," said he, "I do not desire!"How much easier is it not to enter in than it is to get outI am a little tenderly distrustful of things that I wishI am no longer in condition for any great changeI am not to be cuffed into beliefI am plain and heavy, and stick to the solid and the probableI do not judge opinions by yearsI ever justly feared to raise my head too highI would as willingly be lucky as wiseIf I stand in need of anger and inflammation, I borrow itIf they hear no noise, they think men sleepImpose them upon me as infallibleInconveniences that moderation brings (in civil war)Lend himself to others, and only give himself to himselfLet not us seek illusions from without and unknown"Little learning is needed to form a sound mind" --SenecaLong toleration begets habit; habit, consent and imitationMen are not always to rely upon the personal confessionsMerciful to the man, but not to his wickedness--AristotleMiracles and strange events have concealed themselves from meMy humour is no friend to tumultNosegay of foreign flowers, having furnished nothing of my ownNot believe from one, I should not believe from a hundredNothing is so supple and erratic as our understandingNumber of fools so much exceeds the wiseOpinions we have are taken on authority and trustOthers adore all of their own sidePitiful ways and expedients to the jugglers of the lawPrepare ourselves against the preparations of deathProfession of knowledge and their immeasurable self-conceitQuiet repose and a profound sleep without dreamsReasons often anticipate the effectRefusin to justify, excuse, or explain myselfRemotest witness knows more about it than those who were nearestRestoring what has been lent us, wit usury and accessionRicher than we think we are; but we are taught to borrowRight of command appertains to the beautiful-AristotleRude and quarrelsome flatly to deny a stated factSuffer my judgment to be made captive by prepossessionSwell and puff up their souls, and their natural way of speakingTaught to be afraid of professing our ignoranceThe last informed is better persuaded than the firstThe mind grows costive and thick in growing oldThe particular error first makes the public errorTheir souls seek repose in agitationThey gently name them, so they patiently endure them (diseases)Those oppressed with sorrow sometimes surprised by a smileThreats of the day of judgmentTis better to lean towards doubt than assurance--AugustineTis no matter; it may be of use to some othersTo forbear doing is often as generous as to doTo kill men, a clear and strong light is requiredToo contemptible to be punishedTrue liberty is to be able to do what a man will with himselfVast distinction betwixt devotion and conscienceWe have naturally a fear of pain, but not of deathWhat did I say? that I have? no, Chremes, I hadWho discern no riches but in pomp and showWhoever will be cured of ignorance must confess itWould have every one in his party blind or a blockheadWrong the just side when they go about to assist it with fraudYet at least for ambition's sake, let us reject ambition

A well-governed stomach is a great part of libertyAffirmation and obstinacy are express signs of want of witAlexander said, that the end of his labour was to labourAll actions equally become and equally honour a wise manAs we were formerly by crimes, so we are now overburdened by lawAt the most, but patch you up, and prop you a littlebetter have none at all than to have them in so prodigious a numBoth kings and philosophers go to stoolCannot stand the liberty of a friend's adviceCleave to the side that stood most in need of herCondemnations have I seen more criminal than the crimesCustoms and laws make justiceDignify our fopperies when we commit them to the pressDiversity of medical arguments and opinions embraces allEvery man thinks himself sufficiently intelligentExcuse myself from knowing anything which enslaves me to othersFirst informed who were to be the other guestsGo out of ourselves, because we know not how there to resideGot up but an inch upon the shoulders of the last, but oneHate remedies that are more troublesome than the disease itselfHe who fears he shall suffer, already suffers what he fearsHow many and many times he has been mistaken in his own judgment"I have done nothing to-day." What? have you not lived?If it be a delicious medicine, take itIntelligence is required to be able to know that a man knows notIntemperance is the pest of pleasureLanguage: obscure and unintelligible in wills and contractsLast death will kill but a half or a quarter of a manLaw: breeder of altercation and divisionLaws keep up their credit, not for being just--but as lawsLay the fault on the voices of those who speak to meLearn my own debility and the treachery of my understandingLife of Caesar has no greater example for us than our ownLong sittings at table both trouble me and do me harmMade all medicinal conclusions largely give way to my pleasureMan after who held out his pulse to a physician was a foolMan must learn that he is nothing but a foolMore ado to interpret interpretationsMore books upon books than upon any other subjectNever did two men make the same judgment of the same thingNone that less keep their promise(than physicians)Nor get children but before I sleep, nor get them standingNothing so grossly, nor so ordinarily faulty, as the lawsOur justice presents to us but one handPerpetual scolding of his wife (of Socrates)Physician: pass through all the diseases he pretends to curePlato angry at excess of sleeping than at excess of drinkingPlato: lawyers and physicians are bad institutions of a countryProlong your misery an hour or twoPut us into a way of extending and diversifying difficultiesResolved to bring nothing to it but expectation and patienceScratching is one of nature's sweetest gratificationsSeek the quadrature of the circle, even when on their wivesSo weak and languishing, as not to have even wishing left to himSoft, easy, and wholesome pillow is ignorance and incuriosityStudy makes me sensible how much I have to learnStyle wherewith men establish religions and lawsSubdividing these subtilties we teach men to increase their doubThat we may live, we cease to liveThe mean is bestThere is none of us who would not be worse than kingsThinking nothing done, if anything remained to be doneThinks nothing profitable that is not painfulThou diest because thou art livingTis so I melt and steal away from myselfTruth itself has not the privilege to be spoken at all timesTruth, that for being older it is none the wiserWe must learn to suffer what we cannot evadeWe ought to grant free passage to diseasesWhoever will call to mind the excess of his past angerWhy do we not imitate the Roman architecture?Wrangling arrogance, wholly believing and trusting in itselfYet do we find any end of the need of interpretating?

Dec 2002 The Complete Essays of Montaigne, Cotton[MN#20][mn20v10.txt]3600BOOK THE FIRST:I. That men by various ways arrive at the same end.II. Of Sorrow.III. That our affections carry themselves beyond us .IV. That the soul discharges her passions upon false objects, where the true are wanting.V. Whether the governor of a place besieged ought himself to go out to parley.VI. That the hour of parley is dangerous.VII. That the intention is judge of our actionsVIII. Of idleness.IX. Of liars.X. Of quick or slow speech.XI. Of prognostications.XII. Of constancy.XIII. The ceremony of the interview of princes.XIV. That men are justly punished for being obstinate in the defence of a fort that is not in reason to be defended.XV. Of the punishment of cowardice.XVI. A proceeding of some ambassadors.XVII. Of fear.XVIII. That men are not to judge of our happiness till after death.XIX. That to study philosophy is to learn to die.XX. Of the force of imagination.XXI. That the profit of one man is the damage of another.XXII. Of custom, and that we should not easily change a law received .XXIII. Various events from the same counsel.XXIV. Of pedantry.XXV. Of the education of children.XXVI. That it is folly to measure truth and error by our own capacity.XXVII. Of friendship.XXVIII. Nine-and-twenty sonnets of Estienne de la Boetie.XXIX. Of moderation.XXX. Of cannibals,XXXI. That a man is soberly to judge of the divine ordinances.XXXII. That we are to avoid pleasures, even at the expense of life.XXXIII. That fortune is oftentimes observed to act by the rule of reason.XXXIV. Of one defect in our government.XXXV. Of the custom of wearing clothesXXXVI. Of Cato the Younger.XXXVII. That we laugh and cry for the same thing.XXXVIII.Of solitude.XXXIX. A consideration upon Cicero,XL. That the relish of good and evil depends in a great measure upon the opinion we have of them.XLI. Not to communicate a man's honour.XLII. Of the inequality amongst us.XLIII. Of sumptuary laws.XLIV. Of sleep.XLV. Of the battle of Dreux.XLVI. Of names.XLVII. Of the uncertainty of our judgment.XLVIII. Of war-horses, or destriers.XLIX. Of ancient customs.L. Of Democritus and Heraclitus.LI. Of the vanity of words.LII. Of the parsimony of the Ancients.LIII. Of a saying of Caesar.LIV. Of vain subtleties.LV. Of smells.LVI. Of prayers.LVII. Of age.

BOOK THE SECOND:I. Of the inconstancy of our actions.II. Of drunkenness.III. A custom of the Isle of Cea.IV. To-morrow's a new day.V. Of conscience.VI. Use makes perfect.VII. Of recompenses of honour.VIII. Of the affection of fathers to their children.IX. Of the arms of the Parthians.X. Of books.XI. Of cruelty.XII. Apology for Raimond de Sebonde (Not included)XIII. Of judging of the death of another.XIV. That the mind hinders itself.XV. That our desires are augmented by difficulty.XVI. Of glory.XVII. Of presumption.XVIII. Of giving the lie.XIX. Of liberty of conscience.XX. That we taste nothing pure.XXI. Against idleness.XXII. Of Posting.XXIII. Of ill means employed to a good end.XXIV. Of the Roman grandeur.XXV. Not to counterfeit being sick.XXVI. Of thumbs.XXVII. Cowardice the mother of cruelty.XXVIII. All things have their season.XXIX. Of virtue.XXX. Of a monstrous child.XXXI. Of anger.XXXII. Defence of Seneca and Plutarch.XXXIII. The story of Spurina.XXXIV. Observation on the means to carry on a war according to Julius Caesar.XXXV. Of three good women.XXXVI. Of the most excellent men.XXXVII. Of the resemblance of children to their fathers.

BOOK THE THIRD:I. Of Profit and Honesty.II. Of Repentance.III. Of Three Commerces.IV. Of Diversion.V. Upon Some verses of Virgil.VI. Of Coaches.VII. Of the Inconvenience of Greatness.VIII. Of the Art of Conference.IX. Of Vanity.X. Of Managing the Will.XI. Of Cripples.XII. Of Physiognomy.XIII. Of Experience.

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A child should not be brought up in his mother's lapA gallant man does not give over his pursuit for being refusedA generous heart ought not to belie its own thoughtsA hundred more escape us than ever come to our knowledgeA lady could not boast of her chastity who was never temptedA little cheese when a mind to make a feastA little thing will turn and divert usA man may always study, but he must not always go to schoolA man may govern himself well who cannot govern others soA man may play the fool in everything else, but not in poetry